Transitions.

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They’re tough.

In the middle of one right now in fact.

It’s important to say that as it has had it’s share of tough moments, the moments are great, tough or not. He has shown up in the past, and time (which doesn’t restrict in God’s world 2pe3:8) is all that stands between soon understanding how all the pieces which now just hover overhead, will fall into place.

Having recently finished going through Luke, i’m now two chapters into John where he tells of Jesus’ first miracle; turning water into wine.

It was this, ‘the first of his miraculous signs’, which ‘revealed his glory’ and caused ‘his disciples to put their faith in him’ (jn2:11).

The miracle in and of itself is a beautiful story, from which many beautiful truths can be wrung and enjoyed.

I read it today, and what I felt was an overwhelming sense of comfort knowing that in scripture, this was just the first of many miraculous signs which would reveal - to those with an open ear - His glory to the world.

Crazy miracles he performed... things that can only be attributed to the hand of God. Jesus was able to perform these because he was the embodiment of the Spirit, and upon his death, we were given the gift of that same Spirit.

My life’s recent history has seen it’s fair share of transitions. SD-vail-peru-seattle-denver-haiti-denver-buena vista-seattle-salida. Each representing a significant chunk of time, the coming and going - while at times has been extremely exhausting - has brought me nothing but blessing. Getting into the details of each transition and how at each step the Spirit has led my steps could take up a whole book. It’s so important for me to remember these, just as Jesus’ disciples would, just as the israelites before them and many others in-between... ‘these’ being our perfect reminders in scripture, and in our own lives, of how the Spirit has - when asked to - purely orchestrated beautiful circumstances and interactions which produce fruit that quenches the longings of the soul. :)

With each miracle, the disciples’ faith and submission to the perfect authority of God - his messenger in the spirit, and his son sent to deliver the messenger to the world - must’ve only grown in glory. I feel a similar ingredient floating around in my own spirit, bringing life and hope in the midst of looming darkness, light is allowed to pierce through, and hope springs alive sprouting it’s fragile head through the cold and dry terrain.

Transitions are still tough, although I've grown to look forward to this ‘tough’, becoming excited - in the midst of all sorts of uncertainty - to witness the Spirits unfolding of what has and always will be a far more interesting and fruitful path on which to tread.

So as David says... ‘Remember the wonders he has done, his miracles... sing to the lord... declare His glory among the nations! Tremble before him.. let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad.. let the sea resound and all that is in it.. Give thanks to the lord for He is good, His love endures forever.’ 1chr16:8-36

Remember the hands which hold you... :)

Be well friends!